You gotta accentuate the positive
Feb. 11th, 2008 08:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stinglikeabeeEver get into a beastly foul mood you know nothing will cure you? The weekend was very much like that. I was hoping to talk to Sal and pour my heart out, but she never came online. I later found out someone called in a gunman threat at her college on Friday and had the entire place in lockdown - she spent a very nervous day waiting outside the school to make sure everyone she knew was safe.
The insurance never called me back either and pretty soon the worry started eating up inside of me. The stress of not knowing whether work will take a chance on me (unlikely) and trying to come up with the money to fix the car was too much. So I headed back for some 'time travel'.
Time-travel is my term for when during my battles for depression, I'd just close my eyes and sleep my time away. It's a way of hiding from the world and cocoon myself in a man-made safe place. Of course, it worsens the time it takes for the depression but can be quite comforting. 'Time-travel' didn't work this time, however, so I chewed at my bottom lip angrily and tried my best to find some other way to occupy the time. It took plenty of sighing and kicking things before I started the computer and decided to work.
During a grueling session of self-editing with 'Self-Editing For Fiction Writers', Mediamonkey played a classic that lifted my spirits immediately. Thank god for the Andrews Sisters and Bing Crosby! Seriously, if you can't listen to it without a smile, you my friend, are one cold fish. It works so well that I've started singing the chorus whenever I get too stressed or down in the dumps. (Full track here)
The result? A Dear John letter exercise posted tonanoljers that starts "Dear Miss Piggy"
Hee.
The insurance never called me back either and pretty soon the worry started eating up inside of me. The stress of not knowing whether work will take a chance on me (unlikely) and trying to come up with the money to fix the car was too much. So I headed back for some 'time travel'.
Time-travel is my term for when during my battles for depression, I'd just close my eyes and sleep my time away. It's a way of hiding from the world and cocoon myself in a man-made safe place. Of course, it worsens the time it takes for the depression but can be quite comforting. 'Time-travel' didn't work this time, however, so I chewed at my bottom lip angrily and tried my best to find some other way to occupy the time. It took plenty of sighing and kicking things before I started the computer and decided to work.
During a grueling session of self-editing with 'Self-Editing For Fiction Writers', Mediamonkey played a classic that lifted my spirits immediately. Thank god for the Andrews Sisters and Bing Crosby! Seriously, if you can't listen to it without a smile, you my friend, are one cold fish. It works so well that I've started singing the chorus whenever I get too stressed or down in the dumps. (Full track here)
The result? A Dear John letter exercise posted to
nanoljers that starts "Dear Miss Piggy"Hee.
